Remi's approval has the girl beaming in a way that indicates she's entirely too pleased with herself. Aithne is many things, but intentionally punny is not usually one of them, meaning that those few and far between times when she does manage to entertain someone with what she views as wit are enough to stroke her already-inflated ego.
At discussion of the party, though, Aithne seems to grow more interested, her smile turning into something more genuine and less cat-who-got-the-cream. "Love that," she says of the bonfires and food stalls and music. Hearing that there are those who would take advantage has her nodding innocently, as though she isn't one such person herself; she's sure that she'll pick a pocket or two in and amongst the festivities, but at least she doesn't intend to get into too much trouble.
"Patrolling?" she asks, tilting her head, brow furrowing faintly. "Oh, are you guys soldiers?"
At discussion of the party, though, Aithne seems to grow more interested, her smile turning into something more genuine and less cat-who-got-the-cream. "Love that," she says of the bonfires and food stalls and music. Hearing that there are those who would take advantage has her nodding innocently, as though she isn't one such person herself; she's sure that she'll pick a pocket or two in and amongst the festivities, but at least she doesn't intend to get into too much trouble.
"Patrolling?" she asks, tilting her head, brow furrowing faintly. "Oh, are you guys soldiers?"
Aithne Murphy
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
Feel free to use force/magic on Aithne.
